Youmu Konpaku from the world of eternal summer is also a master of the sword. Except here, she uses her skills as a chef to endlessly slice fresh fish. Her swimsuit was designed to be easy to move in, and her accompanying phantom half has been made to look like a piece of sushi.

One reason for her being so well adapted to this world was, of course, her serious nature. But another, perhaps bigger reason, was her mistress, who was stuffing her face with sushi…

Yuyuko Saigyouji from the world of eternal summer has a taste for fish. Her desire to feast on sushi was the reason Youmu was so busy making it. Youmu sliced fish after fish as Yuyuko ate with a smile.

The two were having fun sharing sushi and getting along great… until Yuyuko devoured a whole plate―or rather, a whole MASSIVE plate of tuna sushi before Youmu even got to try a piece. Yuyuko tried to hide the empty plate under the table, but it was too late.

“Lady Yuyuko! You couldn’t wait till I’d sat down to start eating?!” said Youmu, her eyes wide with disbelief.
“Even when it’s this hot, sushi goes down a treat,” replied Yuyuko. “But in weather like this, raw fish goes off real fast, so I had no choice but to eat it all.”
“Yes, but if you eat everything at that pace, I’ll have no choice but to go hungry,” said Youmu as she ran over to deliver the next plate. Just then, the plate wobbled, and all the little sushi pieces flew up into the air.

Yuyuko and Youmu were sat next to one another, eating sushi together at last.
“”Does coconut milk go well with sushi?”” asked Youmu absentmindedly.
“”It’s even better than hot tea. The tropical vibes are a great match,”” replied Yuyuko with a laidback smile. Suddenly, Youmu couldn’t help but remember how poorly received her fruit sushi was…

Yuyuko then asked, “Is it me, or does pickled ginger feel a bit out of place here?” which gave Youmu a great idea. She sliced open a fresh coconut with her sword and set about making a coconut salad.
“Since we’re eating tropical sushi, how about this instead?” she said when she was finished.
“Wow, it’s delicious! This goes much better with tropical sushi,” exclaimed Yuyuko.
“Understood,” nodded Youmu as she stood at her mistress’s side.

“You got these coconuts from Hakugyokurou’s orchard, right?” asked Yuyuko.
“Yes,” replied Youmu.
“I wonder if you’ve heard the urban legends about falling coconuts taking people’s lives… There are far more dead bodies beneath palm trees than anyone dares to think,” said Yuyuko with a grin. Then, slurping coconut milk through a straw, she continued, “That’s because, in this world, palm trees are a lot like cherry trees…”
Unphased, Youmu responded, “A coconut fell right before my eyes once. Before it hit the ground, I’d sliced it into a dozen pieces.” The grin on Yuyuko’s face grew wider.
“Even under a palm tree, you have nothing to worry about, huh?”
“No.”
And so continued their relaxed yet lively conversation as more and more sushi vanished from the plates.